041210m Who Could Be That Girl Poem by Manonton Dalan

a glimpse of shadow walking past me
so thin i can see it through so as wind
my hair curl to their roots tickling me
i follow her to the door didn’t open
she walks through at ease in silence
i hold my breathe to point of amaze

i see window open to full view of road
neither ladder hanging nor rope wrap around
curtain stood fast hanging by its weight
no footprints on rugs, no disturb objects
except my mind swirling to tune of mystery
one reasonable notion is i’m half sleep